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Amy didn't quite understand why she still felt so badly as she and Adam were seated at a table. They had gone down to the hotel cafe for breakfast and she suddenly felt as though she'd lost her appetite.
She politely thanked the waitress as the woman handed her a menu. She began browsing through it as Adam chuckled.
"I'm in the mood for a big enough breakfast to feed an army," he announced. "A full night of terrific sex always works up my appetite." He grinned, raising his eyebrows as she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes.
The redhead blushed, a small smile coming to her lips. She didn't understand how it was possible for her to still feel at *all* shy around this man after everything they'd done the previous night. In those three hours of mind-blowing passion, he probably knew more about her body than her gynecologist did. And thinking back to the night they'd shared, she suddenly found herself glad she was sitting down, as her legs suddenly felt like jelly. It was enough to get her all wet just remembering.
The waitress returned a few minutes later to take their orders. Amy had finally decided on French toast and a cup of tea, her appetite back to normal proportions.
Adam took gentle hold of her hand, her gaze instantly traveling down. Then, as he spoke again, she looked up and directly into his eyes.
"I want you to know how much last night meant to me, Ames..." His green eyes seemed to sparkle. "... It was truly something special - *you* are special," he continued, raising his left hand to place it against her face. He marveled at the softness of her skin, allowing his longer fingers to skim her cheek.
She smiled, somewhat bashful and tried to speak, but he placed a finger against her lips, silencing her for the moment.
"Wait - let me finish," he said softly. He smiled. "I just wanted to say that I hope this is only the beginning of a long, deep and meaningful relationship between us."
The redhead blinked with the emotion she felt swelling inside of her. Her heart thumped so hard in her chest, she thought she might explode - but in a *good* way. She found herself practically speechless.
"I... Yes, I feel the same way. I want what *you* want, Adam..."
The tall blond man grinned, then the smile grew softer and smaller as he leaned across the table toward her.
Amy's eyes stayed locked on his as she too moved forward, toward him, and their lips were mere inches apart when...
"Good morning, you two!"
A voice rang out, startling both of them, and the redhead pulled back in near alarm as she looked up to see Trish, who'd spoken the greeting. Right by her side stood Chris, his arm around the little blonde's waist. Jericho's face seemed to be wearing an expression of vast amusement.
Inwardly, Adam was fuming. What was it about some people and their rotten sense of timing? He found himself agitated that Chris and Trish had interrupted this beautiful moment.
"Good morning, guys," he muttered, hoping they wouldn't be able to see through the smile he now donned. And what was it with Jericho and that silly smirk on his face?
Trish eyed Amy silently for a beat, then turned and stood on her tiptoes to whisper something into her boyfriend's ear. Adam found that rude and childish to do right in front of them - but he didn't utter a word about it. Then, the shorter blond man spoke.
"So... What do you say we join you for breakfast?"
The redhead looked from her friends to Adam, thinking how she'd wished it to just be the two of them. But the tall Canadian didn't seem disapproving of the request. Just as the thought entered her head, her new boyfriend turned back to face her.
"Wanna grab our breakfast to go?"
Her eyes widened, as she was surprised by the question and the fact that he'd voiced it in front of Trish and Jericho.
"Um... only if that's what *you* want."
Adam nodded, then rose from the table to approach their waitress, whom he spotted several feet away. The three still at the table watched him as he spoke to the woman, then he returned with a smile.
Not ten minutes later, the new couple were gone to eat up in their room - and Trish Stratus was steaming.
"Ooh, can you believe that?"
"Baby, what do you expect?" Chris asked. "They're a brand new couple - they'll be in that honeymoon phase for awhile, so get used to it."
The little blonde's face was a mask of anger. She looked toward the door through which Adam and Amy had so recently departed and then back at Jericho, a little pout marring her features.
"But that was just... rude!" As she turned her head back toward the entrance, she gasped.
Heading their way was none other than Jay.